Spring and the Moon of Seoah\u2019s Citizenship<\/p>\n
Sunday gratefuls: Fatigue. New meds. Being alive. Feeling crummy. Kate, always. Spring. Yes. Rosh Chodesh. Men\u2019s group at CBE. Sleep, good sleep. Those two or three hours of discomfort each afternoon. Psychological discomfort. Kep. Award Winning Pet Grooming. Marina Harris and her team. Cleaning the loft. Rich Levine. Alan Rubin.<\/p>\n
Sparks of Joy and Awe: Blue Colorado Sky<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Ooof. Something\u2019s off. So hard to tell what. Levothryoxine? New statin dose? Erleada acting up? Don\u2019t think I\u2019m sick. Got past that. Weaker yet. A bit woozy. Don\u2019t feel rested after a good night\u2019s sleep. I mean, dude! WTF? If this lasts into the week, I\u2019m gonna see Kristine again. I see Eigner (oncologist) on April 4th<\/sup>. Will be part of the discussion.<\/p>\n Tough to get stuff done. Tough to not get stuff done. Gosh, gee whillikers. Feeling like a bit of a mess right now. Don\u2019t like it. Kate struggled a lot with the meds and therapies supposed to heal her or at least give her comfort. Getting a better idea of what she experienced.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Enough of that. Now onto the good news. It\u2019s the Spring Equinox. Ostara. Easter bunnies. Dying and rising gods. Day and night on a roughly equal footing. Light beginning to stay with us longer. I\u2019m usually reluctant to see Winter go. Not this year. Give me warmer weather, some flowers. Let me dance a jig on my back deck. (right now has a mound of snow about three feet high so it will be a while.) Migratory Birds. Fawns. Elk Calves. Kits. Moose Calves. Bear Cubs. Babies of all kinds. Life shows up in all its wonder.<\/p>\n Sure, a fallow season. Cold. Snow. Food in short supply. Beautiful. Yes. Necessary. Yes. But warmth and green Grass, flowing streams, Trees leafed out. Good, too.<\/p>\n I forgot to mention chocolate. Bunnies with their sweet little ears missing. Marshmallow chicks. Candy eggs. Hunting for eggs.<\/p>\n Easter. Passover. Pesach. Liberation. Defeating slavery. Defeating death. That\u2019s all good stuff. This year? I\u2019m leaning in to overuse this overused but helpful phrase.<\/p>\n I need a dash of resurrection, a soup\u00e7on of parting Red Sea. Give me that Moses\u2019 staff. Roll away the stone in front of my energy. Let me race across the bottom of the Sea. I wanna see it fold in over Pharaoh\u2019s soldiers. Even that was a Cecil B. DeMille\u2019s thing.<\/p>\n The fertility of the Rabbit. The goddess Ostara mentioned in the venerable Bede\u2019s The Reckoning of Time. General rollicking good fun along with all the serious death defeating and liberating going on.<\/p>\n Oh, boy do I need that energy. Big time. I image I\u2019m not alone. It\u2019s been a long Covid. Which, I think, made Winter even tougher for us temperate zone folks. For me it\u2019s been a year filled with death and scrabbling to get hold of my own illness and its sometimes-ornery treatments. Then the hypothyroidism. I needed that. Though. If levothyroxine can return my energy level, then I\u2019m glad we found it.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n I\u2019ll let you in on something occult. I always feel better after I right this. One of the reasons, I imagine, that I\u2019ve stayed at it for over 17 years! Feel better now. Breakfast. Then, the Ancient Brothers consider Flashbulb memories.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Spring and the Moon of Seoah\u2019s Citizenship Sunday gratefuls: Fatigue. New meds. Being alive. Feeling crummy. Kate, always. Spring. Yes. Rosh Chodesh. Men\u2019s group at CBE. Sleep, good sleep. Those two or three hours of discomfort each afternoon. Psychological discomfort. Kep. Award Winning Pet Grooming. Marina Harris and her team. Cleaning the loft. Rich Levine. … Continue reading March 20<\/span>